From Chief to Ball

"That's right, the fugitive slaves in the Great Yeze have nothing to do with us. It's up to you to kill, bury, or even capture and build the city. It's all up to Jixia. I just want to remind Jixia that these slaves are savages. People who refuse to work hard, and even dare to complain about not having enough to eat before they escape, such slaves are useless. We will mark the slaves in the city after we go back, and Ji Xia only needs to get these newly escaped slaves Send them back, those who have lived in Dayeze for a long time, even if you send them back, we don’t want them.”

Slave owners and slaves had no possibility of compromise before the emergence of new production relations, and they naturally would not have thought that there were other meanings in Chen Jian's words.

If a compromise is made and Ge Ze and the others come back innocent, the foundation of the entire society will collapse?This is different from the peasant uprising in the previous life. After the pyramid was smashed, another one was built in the same way as before, except that the people on the top of the tower were changed.

It sounds like Chen Jian is thinking about himself everywhere, because of the limitations of the times, they didn't think of the traps, they thanked Chen Jian very much, and then made an alliance with Chen Jian, counting it as a relationship between various cities and Xiacheng. Chen Jian, the fugitive slave in Da Ye Ze, is eligible to dispose of them without considering the previous masters of these slaves.

The agreed vocabulary was thought up by Chen Jian, which perfectly avoided the word "kill" and changed it into a meaning of discretionary disposal, bypassing the issue of legality from the oath. As for the subsequent wrangling, within three to five years, these cities Yi still needs Xiacheng, and he can always bear it.Three to five years from now, who knows what it will look like.

This can be regarded as a great achievement for Chen Jian during this trip. To relieve the depression in his heart, he was delayed in Sucheng for a few more days, and after leaving some people to stay in Sucheng, he was ready to return to Caohe.

It was the first time I had left Xiacheng for so long, and I was missing and anxious in my heart. Su Yue insisted on leaving after repeated attempts to keep Chen Jian, only saying that he would come back at the turn of spring and summer next year. I grabbed a handful of loess silt along the river and said it was dedicated to the ancestors to tell them that their children and grandchildren had finally returned to their homeland.

Changing what can be changed, accepting what cannot be changed, the contrast between ideals and reality made Chen Jian truly let go of his last fantasy. Even if the result is not perfect after being bored, it at least made him wake up from the so-called fanaticism of the ethnic group , is also a blessing.

When he set foot on the road home, he let go of the burden in his heart, and he didn't forget to escort Yuemei back who had ignored him. This was something he promised the leader of Yueyi, and it had nothing to do with the child's temper.

Originally, Yuemei wanted to object to Chen Jian escorting her back to show her attitude, but after hearing Chen Jian's straightforward explanation that she was just worried that something would happen to her on the way and the two cities would turn against each other, Yuemei felt a pain in her heart. But he didn't refuse, respecting and polite very politely, he didn't have the mind to look at the scenery along the way, but forced himself to look outside, trying not to think about those troublesome things.

However, there will always be an extra figure in the scenery you see. Even if you don't look out, listen to the cold wind outside, and guard the warm brazier, you still have to think of the igloo you are riding in, which was made by that person.

What's more, she heard too many stories, too many strange and pleasant things that she couldn't think of.

Birds have the story of startling bows, fish have the wisdom of bear's paws, trees have the magic of annual rings, ice has the spinning top...these are things that you will think of when you see them, how should you forget them?

As for the future of the city, that's not something Yuemei wants to think about, and it's not even better than the daydream given to her by a colorful wild pheasant that occasionally wakes up in the sun.

The wild pheasant is a bird, so it is natural to think of the words of the bird in the cage. The previous anger has long since passed, and all that is left is depression.

"Yeah, I'm a bird in a cage. What you said is correct and makes sense. But I've been in a cage for a long time, and I can't fly my wings anymore. You are a goshawk, and you don't like this bird in a cage. Could it be you Didn't you put up a cage to lock your woman in?"

"What are you so proud of? Do you think you are good? You tell good stories, but your accent is weird when you speak; you make good gadgets, but you have less novelty and surprise than me. ; You have a strong body and look good, but you don't know how to dress and your face is always oily..."

She whispered for a long time, but finally hugged her knees and cried: "But those... I don't care, what should I do? What I want to see is the scenery, who cares about the wind, snow and severe cold in the scenery?" ...Your eyes are so deep, you already know what kind of person I am. If this is the case, why are you teasing me? Before I recommended Xiacheng to join the alliance at the clan meeting, you were always very good, joking and laughing , but then you talk about me like that, what am I? A rag to wipe the dishes? A pair of winter grass shoes that you throw away in spring to keep out the cold?"

She suddenly thought of this in her heart. She thought that she could hate, but then she remembered that she used black eyes to see the black world, which is what he taught herself.A few months ago, she would never have thought of this.

"Even if you hate you, do you have to use the method you taught me to hate?"

The cry was unstoppable by the layer of ice and snow, or maybe she cried a little louder on purpose, hoping that Chen Jian could lift the curtain to ask a question, even when crying, she was already entangled in what to do when he lifted the curtain. When the curtain was closed, did I directly scold him to leave?Or keep silent and give him a chance to comfort himself?

……

Seven or eight days later, beside the bonfire in the snow, the aroma of roasted game wafted around. The entanglement Yuemei imagined did not give her a chance to make a choice, and she gradually felt resentment in her heart, thinking that this was a good thing and she could finally eat.

In the cold wind, Chen Jian was telling a story to this group of people. There was a sound of trampling horseshoes in the distance, and a pottery whistle blew from a distance. It was a rider Chen Jian stayed in Sucheng.

The rider didn't care to rest after dismounting, and only spoke a few words to Chen Jian.

"The old leader of Dongyi died of illness... the old leader of Dongyi who was the same age and generation as Hua died of illness. Dongyi is in chaos."

"When did this happen?"

"At least a month ago. The news just spread."

Just because the news has just spread does not mean that the news has just been known.

Chen Jian shook his head, smiled wryly and said, "So that's how it is."

Chapter 42 Unrest is Coming

Everything in the world is bound to influence each other. The crux of the problem is how big is the world in your eyes?

It was only when Chen Jian sighed "So that's how it is" that he realized that his vision in the past six months has been so small. Facing all kinds of changes, he never thought of the world beyond what he saw, and he never even thought about Su Yue. A sudden change of mind does not come from within but from without.

The old leader of Dongyi died of illness. Dongyi is bound to have a gap because of the power struggle. Disasters are enough to sustain a long urban war.

Su Yue must have been the first to get the news, and after analyzing the gains and losses, he made a decisive decision and blocked the news. As for whether the clans that first formed an alliance with Sucheng knew about the news, Chen Jian didn't know, but he was sure. Su Yue didn't tell himself immediately.

To tell or not to tell, the result is the same, the brief peace is over, and a long and chaotic era is about to come.

People from all clans on both sides of the river, including Chen Jian, must look beyond the river in the future, and expand the scope of the world in their hearts. , is no longer the fertile soil on both sides of the river, at least Dongyi must be added.

In this world, Dongyi is because they are in the east, that's all, the reason is different from Chen Jian's previous life.

Yi is what they call themselves, just like the tribes of Dahe call themselves human beings.Yi, written like a person kneeling on the ground, and the Dongyi clan called "people" when they called "people", and because they lived in the east, the name Dongyi came into being over time. When the alliance of various ministries was formed, this originally normal vocabulary was endowed with exclusive and hostile connotations.

Chen Jian had heard about the old leader of Dongyi, he was an old man who fought with the Dahe clan all his life decades ago.

No one can escape life, old age, sickness and death, even if they are elected as the leader of the clan alliance.But in the same way, not everyone is qualified to let their own death become a lever for changing the world, but the old leader of Dongyi has this qualification.

When a person is about to die, he will always recall all the things he went back to, especially when he is in a coma. The past and reality are intertwined, and there is no time to think, especially after experiencing many things far beyond ordinary people. for promiscuity.

More than a month ago, when the old leader of Dongyi was about to die, he was in this state of drowsiness, waking, mixed memories and reality. The people around him had been waiting for the old leader to wake up and call them, but they found that the old leader even Sober, even though he has not eaten or drank for many days, he still has no intention of waving his fingers at those meals and honey, as serene as a newborn child.

He can still talk, but he doesn't want to talk, he just wants to recall the past quietly, because he has no regrets.

There are many descendants, the tribe is prosperous, there are no enemies on the east side of the sea, and the enemies on the west side of the river are no more than the same. Even he himself knows that his death will lead to clan disputes, and clan disputes will cause hundreds of miles. Some changes have taken place in other parts of the Great River... He feels that whether he lives or dies, he can affect the world he knows, so what can he regret?

What he remembered the most in his memory was not his own children and grandchildren, but those enemies who were mostly old or dead. After waking up from the coma again, he suddenly thought of one thing: the things he was familiar with and deeply remembered. , Those contemporaries whom I often hear rumors and rumors seem to be gone, only myself is left.

Faintly, the old man suddenly had an inexplicable emotion: Times have changed.

After the death of those contemporaries, he has rarely heard new names spread among the clans. Even though the young man named Awayake defeated several of his clansmen two years ago, he still didn't take it seriously. On, because that is far from being earth-shattering enough to be firmly remembered.

During his brief sobriety, he murmured the names of some people, and those who were waiting by his side heard the faint voices and rushed over, but what he heard were only some dead names.

The old man recalled that he had just become the leader decades ago and led his people along the river to the west to defeat several Dahe clans. He also recalled the pain of being defeated by the man named Hua when he was ambitious. The oath that moved him even as an enemy before the battle, and the sharpness of the female priest with several surnames who came to the city to calculate the calendar and made it difficult for his own priests to parry when sending envoys to communicate a few years later...

Those people in his memory had already left, and he knew that his time was running out, and he even knew that the people around him were actually waiting for him to say a word: After he died, who would he choose as the leader?

But he didn't answer. Even though he has been the leader for so long and has such a high prestige, his rights are still restricted by various clans, at least he cannot directly pass the position of leader to his son.

So a long time ago, he sent his son out, led some clansmen to spread branches and leaves, and only kept the youngest son who would not be vigilant by his side.

The children and grandchildren started the journey with hundreds of clansmen, going to those places that had not yet been truly ruled by the clan, and built their own cities.

More than ten years ago, he used the method that meritorious people can branch out to build cities to disperse those larger clans, and also paved the way for his son, a road that looks rough but is the best choice, because he knows that he The position of leader after death still depends on strength, and he has not yet said a word to let everyone agree to the prestige inherited by his son.

His son did not let him down. He recalled that it was 13 years ago, when he sent his four sons and some people from other clans to those wild places.

Three years later, when those people came back to offer sacrifices, they reported to him the results of city building and governance. The son's choice was to integrate those clans that did not belong to his own culture, teach them various techniques and accept part of their culture. One's own culture is dominant but does not completely exclude other cultures; people of other clans mechanically promote culture and rules, change their customs and reform their rituals, and use the rules they originally accepted to restrain and change those people of different clans.

There is a huge gap between the vulgarity and the etiquette.For example, the status of women in those backward clans is very high, the custom of sacrificing humans and animals is prevalent, and the various gods they believe in are also different from those of their own clansmen.

The son's choice is to accept the status of women, human and animal sacrifices and other customs, and he will never compromise on matters such as the gods he believes in.

The choice of the remaining clans is to ask those clans to change across the board and tell them what to do with the attitude of conquerors.